Poem: Zero

(This is what hopelessness feels like. I wonder if I should even post it. *sigh*)


It’s still a number.
It means something.
It has value.

I love zero.
It’s better than
many other numbers.

Except on my bank account
Except as number of sales
Except as number of words written

Zero has purpose
math would never be complete
without this mythical number

yet I find myself in tears
looking at my profile
and seeing zero books sold

Zero is valuable
It has worth
I am worthless

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