not my mind. not my mind. Poem Building a door, stepping outside, inside.                                                     Not one dimensional                            Not a construct                                     Not ‘taking’ from me,  not ownership  Not a life judged by when you ‘allow’ me to shine                                                   My worth isn’t in what I give you.               What about me.     Or us together.             What about joy, love, consent, connection                                                  A longing, desire.    Hard to define