Who am I ?

I read this somewhere, about a girl
Who grew up too soon and time just passed by;
She knew not of the years that affected the outside
But her world stood built on the echoes of who am I?
She’d get up early in the mornings in search of peace
And ask questions from anybody who’d caught her eye.
Once, she dreamt about a Code- that changed her life;
She woke up breathless and bewildered, ‘my, o’ my!’
She uttered, ‘what was that; a key to all my questions?
Was it me or the whole world that I saw deceive and lie?’
Now she had a key that could answer her inquisitive mind,
She prayed for tranquility- for a source that could satisfy.
She had the Code with her, and she never realized
And now that she did, she kissed others good-bye!
She immersed herself in knowing the Truth, seeking
To quench her thirst for good, to know the real ‘I’;
She was on a road to self healing with the Help from
The One- she’d soon have answers for ‘how’ and ‘why’.
She learnt about her origin and her humble beginning;
It was common to all, the forte of the Most High.
It’s His Concern to whom He Wishes to give and take away
From another; ask Him and He may even give you the sky!
She read, and read- tears streaming down her cheeks,
She clenched the Code tightly, and heaved a sigh.

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