Wandering

I feel like my heart is searching. Confused maybe. I'm not sure what it is confused about or what it searches for. But it does not feel like mine; this heart feels distant and lost. Maybe it is searching for something solid, something that will remind it that it is true and whole and good and constant. I step back from it, I will allow it its time of wandering. I will live in this body and wait patiently until this heart stops its searching and finds peace; until it returns to its rightful place in my chest.