My life
The life I was once gave
made me the strong, wise woman I am today.
I am Makayla Stevenson, and you will know my name.
Through storms that tried to break me,
I learned how to dance inside the rain.
Every scar became a lesson,
every loss became my gain.
I was built from silent battles
no one else could truly see,
yet I carried every burden
and still became me.
I am Makayla Stevenson, and you will know my name,
not from whispers in the darkness
but from the fire I became.
I turned pain into power,
tears into gold,
and wrote my own story
before the world was told.
I am a living testimony
proof that God still heals,
still restores broken hearts,
and turns wounds into something real.
I say Iam a living testimony,
shaped by faith, not fear,
and every step I take today
is proof that God was here.
I am Makayla stevenson
no longer bound by yesterday—
just the child who found the strength
to finally break free.
Remember this poem
Remember my testimony...
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