A different kind of superpower

A person can write, though it doesn’t classify them as a writer.
To be a writer, you must know how to play with words, 
to wield them like weapons, or use them to stop wars. 
Writers can strike the flint to start the fire, 
just as they can pour the water to douse it. 

Writers can change history with just a pen and paper, 
they can replicate it, twist it, make it. 
They can elicit feelings, suppress them, 
tie thoughts into words, snatching them 
from their minds like snowflakes. 

Writers have the greatest power in the world, 
and yet they seldom use it for evil. 
They use it to create worlds and characters, 
express themselves, tell others they feel the same, 
to make the world a little more beautiful. 

It is for these reasons that I revere writers, 
long to be inducted into such a state of being.
There is no greater future I wish for myself, 
a future where I can create something I love, 
and that somehow, others will love it as well.