Invincible Poem by Mark Heathcote

Small decisions are difficult to make.
Pursuing a house and jumping into a lake
Finding a mate; there's never a date too late.
Keeping the faith - might open a gate.
Therefore, ask, do I run before I can walk?
Always -too much chitchat, and too much in-head talk.
Listen to your gut and follow your instincts.
A kiss more tangible than any mystic
Judgements often seek resolution.

... Destinies a natural evolution;
There are many mistakes, but they are 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, and I'll rise tall.
A coppice bough always grows and overhauls
They don't ever stand still or remain small.
Oh, harpoon my heart, reel me in, my lover.
I'll spout, but I won't drown or drift hover.