Tag: personal-growth

Poetry Today

The Let Them Theory- A Life You Choose to Live!

Paragonwords

I am in the process of finishing up Mel Robbins’ book The Let Them Theory and let me tell you, I’ve never identified with something this deeply. Over the past couple of years, I’ve been learning how to let them, to let people think what they think, do what they do, and reveal who they truly are without letting it shake me. It’s been a lesson in release, in protecting my peace without explanation.

I’ve had to remind myself that not everyone will understand my growth, my silence, or my boundaries. And that’s okay. Let them misunderstand. Let them drift. Let them choose differently. Because every time I’ve stopped trying to control the outcome, I’ve found more of myself waiting on the other side.

It’s freeing, really. To stop chasing closure or clarity and start choosing calm. To let life unfold as it should, without forcing what isn’t meant to stay. That’s the beauty of letting them, it’s not about indifference; it’s about reclaiming your power and giving yourself permission to rise unbothered.

Let Them!

Two simple words that unravel everything you thought you had to control.

This isn’t just a theory, it’s a practice. A quiet revolution. The art of release. It’s learning to stop gripping people so tightly that you lose your own pulse. It’s giving others the freedom to show you who they are and giving yourself the grace to believe them.

Let them talk. Let them leave. Let them misunderstand you. Let them think you’ve changed.
Because maybe you have, and maybe that’s the point.

The Let Them Theory is a lesson in power. Not the kind you flex, but the kind you protect. It teaches you that peace isn’t found in trying to be chosen, it’s found in choosing yourself again and again, even when it costs you comfort.

It’s about learning to stand still while the world spins with noise and judgment and realizing you don’t have to prove your worth by chasing what keeps slipping away.
You just let them, and in doing so, you let yourself be.

This is a book you don’t just read; you live. You breathe it in the moments you bite your tongue instead of explaining yourself. You feel it when you stop over-giving. You embody it the day you stop begging for peace and start being peace.

It’s a guide for the soft-hearted, the overthinkers, the ones who love deeply and are finally learning that love without boundaries is self-betrayal.
It’s not a story of detachment; it’s the story of reclamation.

Because when you let them,
you let go of the illusion of control
and step into the quiet truth of who you are:
whole, grounded, and free.

This poem is my reminder, that letting go isn’t weakness, it’s wisdom. It’s peace wearing armor. It’s the freedom to stand in who I am without needing permission or validation.

Let Them!

by Paragonwords

Let them talk.
Let them twist your name into stories they were never brave enough to live.
Let them misunderstand your silence,
your softness,
your distance.

Let them.

Let them fall away like leaves that were never meant to survive the winter.
You are not obligated to chase what detaches itself.
You are not required to bleed for closure.
Peace does not demand witnesses, only surrender.

Let them choose someone else.
Let them forget your worth until the echo of you haunts their better judgment.
Let them walk into rooms that used to hold your laughter
and feel the hollowness of what they took for granted.

Let them go.
Even when your hands ache from release.
Even when your heart begs to run after what broke it.
Let them.

Because you cannot carry people who crave their own destruction.
You cannot beg for presence from those addicted to your absence.
You cannot be light in the house of someone who worships shadow.

So let them!
drift, vanish, betray, distance, disappear.
Let them teach you what your boundaries could never say aloud.

And when the noise fades,
when the silence finally becomes familiar,
you will hear the truth whisper,
they were never yours to keep.

You will breathe differently.
Stand taller.
Move through rooms without explaining your worth.

Because what leaves was never love.
What stays!
what remains when everything else falls away,
is you.

Still here.
Still whole.
Still choosing peace
over permission.

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With Gratitude

Nikki Sterling @paragonwords

Poetry Today

The Power of Change: Writing Through Transformation

Paragonwords

As writers, we are often tasked with capturing the complexities of life, the moments of stillness, the bursts of inspiration, and the deep, often unsettling shifts that come with change. But perhaps the most difficult transformation to capture is the one that happens within ourselves.

Change is a universal experience, but it is also deeply personal. Whether it’s a shift in perspective, a loss of identity, or the quiet shedding of the old to make room for the new, writing offers us a way to reflect, process, and embrace the transformations that shape us.

This week, I’ve been reflecting on the theme of change in my own writing. I wrote a poem called “The Quiet Work of Becoming,” which explores the slow, quiet transformation we undergo throughout our lives. I found that writing about change allowed me to not only understand the shifting landscape of my own journey but also to celebrate the beauty in it.

Through the process of writing, we become more aware of how change, no matter how subtle, has shaped us. Writing gives us the space to look back at the chapters we’ve outgrown, and at the same time, it empowers us to step boldly into the unknown.

When you sit down to write about change, don’t be afraid to dive into the messy, uncomfortable parts. Don’t rush through the discomfort. Embrace it. Because it’s in that very discomfort that growth happens. It’s in the stretching, the breaking, the reshaping, that our most honest work can emerge.

So, to all my fellow writers out there, what transformations are you going through right now? How are you capturing the changes in your own work?

Let’s continue writing through our becoming. Together, we can build something beautiful from the moments that shift us.

“The Quiet Work of Becoming”

There is no ceremony in the shift,
no fanfare to mark the moment
when the soil starts to stir inside of you.
It is not a grand unfolding,
but a small, steady erosion,
as if the earth has always been
waiting beneath the surface
to release something new.

You do not know when the change begins,
a bruise that deepens over time,
a knot worked loose in the night
by your own hands.
The old skin sloughs away
without a sound,
a quiet rebellion
against the life that once fit you.

The ache of it is not dramatic,
it does not scream in neon colors,
but lingers like a forgotten word
on the edge of your tongue.
Some days you wake and realize
you are no longer the same,
but you can’t say when or why
or how you left behind
the version that was.

No one tells you that becoming
does not happen in leaps,
but in a thousand small steps,
each one so small you think
it couldn’t possibly matter,
and yet.
look at the distance.

You are not the person you were yesterday,
and yet, when you look closely,
you can still see the traces
of who you used to be,
woven into the spaces
between what you have learned
and what you are still learning.

It happens in the spaces
no one watches,
the work you do
without audience or applause.
And when you finally look up,
you realize:
you have always been becoming
something else,
not better, not worse,
just different.
Just finally,
you.

@paragonwords

With Gratitude

Nikki