You are,
Your own.

That one,
Broken board.
In the kitchen floor.

You squeak,
Creak with every step,
Step of harsh, heavy feet.

That board.
That settles,
In the middle of the
Night.
Finally being put to rest.
You stick up,

Stand on your own.

You stick out from the others.
Stick up for the others.

Maybe you have a few chips,
Scratches to,
Separate,
You.

A few cracks,
Ripples on that
Single
Board that is left
Alone.

Not polished,
Not shiny like the others
You like it that way.

Love the way you are.
Accept your flaws.

Every, beautiful,
Bold and,
Bodacious flaw