I am a writer

I am like a light in darkness
A hope for someone broken,
With pen filled with emotions
I give life to dead letters;
People applause my works
Praise them like nothing,
They propose, They wish
They respect, They lament;
One day someone asked
How am I able to create this?
Now what to tell them?
They will never believe;
I use ink of my heart
Heart broken long ago,
With pen of emotions
Emotions that dried long ago.