Flight, The Beauty Queen and Others: A Story of recovery and healing to wards loving your self and loving love; It is for every one.

By Abigael Kebede and S. Davidson

These collections are moments of being a human in your rawest, a soul who can rise and awaken.
This is a voice of your love and longing , your recovery and healing, your passion and your wildest self, your ego and loss.

For those who are calling for inner courage and who dare the raw truth, you are not the only one who doesn't know how perfect you are, you are not the only one who wants to bail on life but don't know how with out causing severe damage on your self. you are not the only one who wants to fight, who seeks to love, who want to be loved and some times you are not the only one who lose it all But you are the only one who can make it happen!
Keep it humanly!
With a heartfelt love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781312687608

Book preview

RAW RECOVERY

A journey towards the healthy self

Dedicated to brothers and sisters who suffer from an eating disorder and body Image Issues, Addiction, and self-sabotaging mystery...You are not alone!

1. The Beauty Queen

Slamming the door, walking away

For what am I running?

Who is chasing me? Can't say no one

From what am I escaping?

Throwing my belongings away

But Keeping the left over

Someone is hunting

I am being played somewhere

I see the sky chasing a Shadow

Why is the moon laughing?

I wish I could lose the ways

Runout of a purpose

I wish I could be Saved

From the bonds that are savaging

I want to be a frozen being

Because I have been fighting for no prize

Since I became the soldier of the queen

I am running away

Throwing out some more

Running the miles of the dawn

Until I run out of fate

Running while my feet are bleeding

Until I stopped running

Lost in the treadmill of the queen

She is a rare mystery

Swallowed in her perfection

Pushing me to the sideline

In this life that I thought was mine

2. Mark My Pain

Mark my pain for all my resistance

Of the walking lights

I have stayed in chaos for a while

Acting like a nomad, dreamless

Shooting weapons to my heart

Trying to make a cause

For all my suffering under my watch

Making an excuse for staying helpless

To my poor conscious

Who has been questioning why?

Tirelessly at the arrival of the dusk

It sleeps under my pillow at day

It wakes up

Ready to tackle me at night

When I lay on the bed for a rest

That comes late

Mark my pain

On the sky limitless

Because I don’t know how to live

Painless

3. Tenacious Me

I miss the sound of the mountain

Never calling me back

Never asking me twice

Longing

In the saga of throbbing under my bone

Torment

Seasoning stuffing’s of promises

That never reach my world

A lost heart of mine

Looking out through the window of my soul

Wondering the way back to the mountain

The vile voice of