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...
I like the way my mania feels,
She comforts me in my weakest moments.
She holds me in her arms and sings to me.
When it’s her time to go she gives me one last kiss and wipes my tears.
Without her here I am wasting away.
Makayla
Makayla
Caring, smart, loving, curious
Daughter of Vernon and Trudy
lover of shopping, animals, crossword puzzles
who feels happy at school, sad when animals die, and alive when out doors
who gives love, kindness, happiness
who fears doctors, needles, spiders
who would like to see the black sea, Hollywood, and India
who lives in Clear spring, Maryland
Tracy
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