She heard footstepsIn the hallway of her heartSomeone had entered and stolenA part she never knew existedNever claimed as hersTo begin with. And to begin withShe never started this guardedUntil a fireplace – ill-tended –Went up in flames. No warmth hereOnly vestiges remainBegging the question:Which of these is treasure. For beautyIn the eye of the beholderIs notWhat you see in the mirrorClutching an insecurity blanketAfra...