And the end has come

My body had been aching for days and I had gone from someone or something beautiful to a hideous creature. As I began to shake myself awake I realized all of me shook when I tried to move. When looking forward I saw a long beak stretched out in front of me. Golden with two small black spots a magnificent beak sprouted from where my nose should be. I quickly turned my head to realize that my head wouldn't turn fully and my body was that of a bird. I though was the most beautiful bird I had ever laid eyes on. If you can truly lay eyes on yourself that is. My small wings were beautiful and I knew just knew that they were built for nothing but grace and speed in the wind. I glided to the end of my bed and landed in heap. My first flight as this angelic bird was amazing until the end. I couldn't land. I peered over the edge of my bed wondering if I should try to take flight. I breathed in and puffed out my small bird chest and let myself fly. I glided around the room flapping my wings from time to time. My assumption has been correct my wings were made to fly with grace and speed. After a few minutes I became tired and attempted to land but failed. I hit the bed with a thud and felt pain. My feathers had bent in and my wing seemed to be slightly unaligned now. I sat on my now too large bed using my beak to smooth out the ruffles I had made in my not so graceful landing. This thing that I had become while a burden and ugly at points was a gift. I was finally free from all other parts of life. I could fly and breath in fresh air and not worry daily about my life and my world. This gift this metamorphosis gave me freedom. The end has come but the end wasn't death it was freedom. The freedom to fly and live a life with no worry. A life of beauty and grace. This is what the end is, freedom.