6/10 (poem)

So many feel like a 6/10,

just barely a pass,

just barely getting by.

One face among a million,

one blade of grass in a field,

one drop of water in the ocean.

Ordinary.

But we define ordinary,

often with ourselves as evidence,

even though our ordinary

may be another's extraordinary.

To ourselves, a flickering candle,

to another, a tempest of flame.

Someone has to be wrong,

right?

Maybe it's wrong to rate

ourselves and others.

Maybe no scale can describe us -

there's just too much.

There are too many stars in the sky to understand,

too many worlds to know,

and galaxies that could never simply be 6/10.

-Zero