Those who are unhealed wound others with the very pain they never learned to name, while the truly powerful cradle their own ache until it transforms into compassion for every soul that bleeds. The unhealed take pleasure in exposing others' flaws, while the powerful see those flaws as reminders of our shared humanity. The unhealed use love as leverage to control, while the powerful love as an act of liberation, trusting that what is meant to stay will stay. The unhealed manipulate love to fill their emptiness, while the powerful nurture love so it may grow wild and honest. The unhealed mistake kindness for weakness and exploit it, while the powerful protect kindness like a sacred flame that must never be dimmed. The unhealed measure strength by dominance, but the powerful measure it by how gently they hold the hearts entrusted to them. The unhealed throw their pain like daggers, while the powerful turn theirs into poetry that teaches others how to heal. The unhealed abandon love when it asks them to grow, while the powerful stay even when growth feels like breaking. The unhealed build walls to feel safe, while the powerful build bridges to feel connected. True power lies in awareness, in vulnerability, in softness, and in the grace to love despite it all.