Page 15 - Solstice Art & Literary Magazine 2020
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THE SUNLIGHT I SEE
STELLA DANG
The Sunlight I See
The sunlight I see
Is the same sunlight That I once remembered.
It’s the same sunlight
That once perched on the begonia trees As the pale petals fluttered.
It’s the same sunlight
That once danced to Chopin on the stereo As time stretched and slowed.
When the ashen clouds rolled in
That light was dimmed. Darkened. Dulled. But now—
The sunlight I see
Is the same sunlight As there ever has been.
It’s the same sunlight
That shines on you
In many a golden afternoon.
STELLA DANG
AUTHOR PROFILE
Before beginning every lengthy piece of writing, I always have this urge to exercise some metacommentary and discuss why we write. The truest answer I had at one point is that we write to have a witness, even an imaginary one, when we cannot otherwise be heard. But as I have grown personally, I find that my writing ceased to be a simple act of ranting; writing is an exercise of thought, and I am using the whole of my understanding to find a solu- tion. To find closure.
I am writing to find a cure.
