More Than Just Words... Light and Fire

I don't mean in here to be a writer.

Writing is not attractive enough to commit it desiringly...

Hadn't been for the meanings, which encumber and burn my inside, I would have not molded them in words...

Mr. Abu Bakr told me once: "we write because we are ill..."

He might be right...

I'm still a human and I do feel

A word can wound me, another can heal

In the world of numbers, body and steel

it is so painful to see and hear

For each breath you take you pay a tear

That is the price of just being real

Then more than words you do convey

It is your core lies behind your say*

        * My poem in the image