Invincible Poem by Mark Heathcote

Small decisions they're difficult-to-make
Pursuing a house a jump into a lake
Finding a mate; there's never a date too late
Keeping the faith it just might open a gate
Therefore ask, do I run before I can walk?

Always too much chitchat too much in-head talk.
Listen to your gut and follow your instincts
A kiss more tangible than any mystics
Judgments often final seek resolution.

... Destinies a natural evolution;
Mistakes many, but it's more acceptable
If you're not always just standing sentinel
Take it in your stride and be invincible
Lives a cycle all, therefore, are winnable.

Bury your sword, strike me down I'll rise-up tall.
A coppice bough always grows and overhaul
They don't ever just, stand still or remain small.
Oh, harpoon my heart reel-me-in, my lover
I'll spout, but I won't drown or just, drift hover.