A cupboard of poems

Passion Within (me)

My silent self where I write,
My thoughts and feelings ever so bright.
Where words come from out of my tongue and I express books and much more.
My other final form
where I feel like myself,
and in private form,
where not just words or anything else storm.
Usually for my close friends or labeled to be sisters,
Sending photos as if every single of the winters.
I have so many versions of myself in every single mind,
But I myself with words and different treasure in kind.
To be able to express myself in words as I speak,
Surely is a gift, where poets themselves have tried and outlived.
But overall myself is the same,
My passion and with my friends
are all in the same name.