Hollow Sanctuary

Pressing palm to breastbone, 

it is said this replicates an embrace. 

I sleep at night with hand firmly centered 

over my heart to know this dire longing.

To find home, I've been on this quest 

for a while now, maybe my whole life.

Few corners call to that place 

where a body and soul can fully land,

and slow. 

Looking far and wide, I seek solace

but find none.

Home - define this, describe it, what does

it feel like, taste like? 

Is there a map I can get there, on my own,

in the dark?

I keep looking.