Translucent

Less scarred than stained,
the damage translucent.
You get so used to it that it does not faze you,
the mark there, but not there,
part of the scenery for others to see or not see
depending on their own stains
and whether they are internal,
or in the eyes.

About this poem

Often we are so used to our damage that we cease to see it. Often our vision of what we see is colored by our own damage. I have never decided if that is good or bad.

Or even, if it matters.

Tom