My Privilege

It's crazy to be called a writer
In a world where many can write
We're all literate
Yet there is a privilege
That is given to a few
The privilege of expressing themselves
Through words
Be it thoughts or feelings
This expression can be felt by others
This is really abstract to think about
But really what makes a writer
Language is merely a means
To communicate
It's different from region to region
But even if you translate
The text of someone who may not understand a word of how you speak
The message still runs through
It can still cut deep
So really what is this thing we call writing
I don't fully know yet
This is just my exploration of this
This is just my pondering
On this privilege of mine