Imprinted At Birth I was born blind. Little by little my eyes opened to the world… My first learning was the smell of my mother, then the voice of my father I felt safe. I felt loved. Whatever safe and love is, I instinctively understood that it was warm… All was well. Until one day Many years later Things changed… I experienced cold and indifference Judgement and hurt It felt divisive and uncaring. For a very long time I looked everywhere for the warmth and love I once knew.