Annoyance of abandonment

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An abandoned woman, by a man who desires to control, is a woman with immense power.  Man thinks yes she is in control, my control. But little does he realise he is increasing her potential, the one needed to put power into action! Can he control her thoughts if he can her actions? Does her physical abandonment lead to abandonment of her soul? Is he aware that after her divine feminine awakening that tiny flame of fire will burn him to ashes! His control over her turns to her control over the world.
Controlling isn't power. Remaining under control with silence, growing inwardly then turning pain to action is power.
Women I say, you never know dude.
The poem in her diary read
" Can a woman's grace be defined?
Can the number of bloody tears shed be counted?
Can those golden dust like dreams get faded?
Can the dark shadows of a tough woman be hidden?
Can her rage against injustice be calmed?
Can her wait be put to words?
Can her pain get transformed to bliss?
Can her fire burn the rest?
Can her love prevent destruction?
Can her silence be judged?
Can her beauty be overlooked?
Can her naive rules be violated?
Can her pure soul wipe off shady souls?
Oh the creator of universe please do answer my questions, they haunt me all day and night. If I have a purpose on this planet then show me the light. I have been persecuted by the ghosts of my painful past. Help me clear those wounds."

The theory where heat cannot be understood without applying cold, joy cannot be experienced without pain, unconditional love cannot come to you without abandonment.
Let the city make noise, you remain silent and you'll find music in noise. Similarly, let him run, you surrender then you'll realise that feeling of desertation was for a reason. It wasn't betrayal. It was a plan that the universe had sketched to teach Daniela life lessons without cessation of immense pain.
Her love wasn't a rival, he hadn't neglected her like her dad. He just played his part in this play named life. Yes, the game called love!
Clouds were like cotton balls and moon was a big white bulged balloon, after facing abandonment at the age of nine.
Now the patterns of clouds symbolise  your guardian angel. The moon, ah light of love it gave reminds her of him!
That was the change she'd experienced, inspite of the word abandonment being same.

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