While the thick muck of negative air strangled one’s soul
and stiffened become the veins
in moments life becomes a sore
when brushing aside the sludge of thoughts
Break ,they
the inside of your heart
warns a signal
an alarm
halt! watch and then walk along
Tis sludge
you shall gasp for air
While the wounded spirit slashes past
to rebirth and continue on path…
soumyav 
You are a far better poet than I, my sister! God Bless!
Humbled to read your view