Ascension
From the beginning,
We were meant to ascend.
If not for the fruit, God forbidden.
Unable to make amends.
Cast out in Earthly suffering.
We wait once again.
Finally to Ascend.
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741