Mixed Media, 2019

We think we're trapped by others.
Locked away without our consent.
It is easy to play the victim,
to give up and relent.

Through my grumbling and groaning,
I cant see the key.
The one hanging round my neck.
The one that sets me free.

When I point at other people,
the key is in my blind spot.
Only when I look at me,
do blinders start to come off.