Barn | Jillene Stark

I was walking down the road and the air was cold and cruel. I had tears in my eyes and all I could think of was pain. The wind blew into my eyes as it starts to sting. I want to go home but every time I go home there is too much memory tied into that place that used to be my sanctuary. I felt lost and helpless.

At the end of the road there was a barn and the sun must have been shinning on it perfectly because it looked beautiful. The wood was new and just redone, it had just been painted and was a deep color of red with white strips covering it. The red seemed so much darker because it was starting to become later in the day. It brought peace in my soul because it was something that was stable and wouldn't be brought down; I wanted to be as big and strong as this barn. I saw children running around playing in and out of the barn. It brought a sense of joy that I hadn't felt for weeks. Was I ready for this joy? I saw a little boy playing on the door smiling like nothing else could bother him at that moment. I decided to join that boy and not let anything bother me for a moment before I went back to the one place that would hopefully soon be my sanctuary once more.