Poetry (words)

Chances

Out of my hands. I can only state my case. Conclusions drawn are chances in waiting or ones not worth taking. 
Judgment passed on the past. Not forgotten nor forgiven, but a list of the mistakes I’ve made. 
The tarnish fades if you want it to and nothing shines brighter than the cherished heart. 
Worthiness is one persons measure of another. 

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