referring to poets rally week 81; shape poetry or participants talent show (31)

 hold on tight by pen pusher by pen
                                        I placed my foot                
                           upon the stair,
              then in a blink                             
       it wasn’t there.                                                                
      I fell for miles, or so it seemed
      as if time slowed as I dreamed.
      But opening eyes wide in fright
      gave true sense of my plight.
        The ground                              
                   was coming,
                          hurtling fast,
                as I relived a lifetime past.
               Then suddenly, all was still
                   held in stasis by my will,
                      for the Pen I gripped
                        became my friend,
                          taking control
                               I wrote…
                              The End  
                          LadyP©2014

                                 Phew!! 
                Gotta love being in control. x

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