Held Back

Stopped in my tracks.
I didn't have the facts.

Held my peace--
wanted arguing to cease.

Could have, would have,
but I didn't.

Pain makes you go crazy,
could have left way back when,
but got lazy.

My tongue froze in my mouth.
My lips stopped moving--
head facing south.

Throat dry.
Started to cry.
Couldn't stand here and listen
to yet another lie.

There was no more talking,
just walking.

Answer to prayers--
done with the glares.

God had something to do with it,
no more fits.

God had something to do with it,
my candle now lit.

Nicholl McGuire