You are a poem

You are a poem.

Read
Reread
Read yet again
Squinted at
Torn apart
Jumbled
Put together
Read once more

Then
Tossed aside
Called nonsense
Utter rubbish
Waste of time
And
Who would even call you
Poetry?

But you,

You just smile
Let yourself be poem again
Words put in right order
Creases ironed out
Like Christ reborn
-Of course, without the disciples-

For
All you have are
The paper your existence relies on
The ink your life swims in
And the poet
The one who decided
On word
Pause
Rhythm

And even if
You don't receive
A second look
Even by your Creator,

You are a poem.