The silent years

I should’ve know 

When the river dried up 

To a crippled creek 

And then to a trickle 

I should’ve know 

when the poetry stopped

My wings kept beating 

But didn’t make a sound 

Like the noise was sucked out 

of the air 

And there I was 

Silenced 

I should’ve know 

That when I left him 

The dams would burst 

The wind would howl 

And I would write again