Hell in Beauty

Stuck in the crowded car

With the suffocating aroma of cut oranged and air

freshener for what felt like days,

Already seemed like hell.

But when I stepped out of the air conditioned car

and into the blazing sun,

I was clearly mistaken.

The sun seemed to beat at only me,

For others around me were mesmerized by the beauty I couldn't then comprehend.

I was neitheer entranced or happy.

I was too agitated by the visible heat waves making contact to my skin.

Hitting and punching my pores making them tear; making me tear.

I cried for the pain in my legs and the hateful weather.

I tried to appreciate the view.

But the sight of the weirdly shaped rocks with the color of burnt oranges 

and copper, 

Strangely made the heat more harsh.

Oh how hellish it was being there.

We were driving off, and I looked back at the sun that bullied me.

But at that moment it looked so innocent. It was so beautiful.

The mixture of the vibrant pink, purple, and soft 

yellow swirling around the sky.

And under it were the silhouettes of the canyons, 

slowly getting smaller.

I never took my eyes off of them.

I starred knowing I wanted to go back. I was ashamed for being so blinded.

But all I could do was sulk on the way home,

With the constant sound of popping rocks under the tires.