Reiki Wings
These wings are getting heavy,
To much of a burden to endure,
To many thoughts in my head,
I feel I’m going spare.
This gift I have been given,
The responsibility is vast,
So many people question,
Is Reiki like a farce?
This influence I hold in my hands,
This uncertainty sleeping in my mind,
Looking for the truth,
It’s too daunting to find.
I’m going to keep going,
No matter what anyone will state!
This is my given gift,
I’m going to prove I’m great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Arise into light my fellow angel, , great