Writing “How do you heal?”

I wrote this song during a difficult time I had recently. I was trying to express the heaviness I felt, but also the desire to find a way out and/or the positivity I still had of "getting out of it" despite the uncertainty of how and when. I guess it came from a feeling of trying to put out there these feelings in search of a response I know can't come. Maybe I was just talking to myself in the mirror, but the mirror was a boundless, safe yet dark place.

Below the lyrics:

If he edges out of it
he will be pleased
on Wednesdays he tries
to ride his horse into space

At night he sorts through
the cabinet's mess
where poisons are stored
next to remedies cups

Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be candid and tough?
Are you gonna see, are you gonna see, are you gonna see far enough?

And how do you heal? How do you heal?

If this is heaven
I got to chase the demons in me
If this is hell
well we got screwed from the start

Are you gonna be, you're gonna be, you're gonna be candid and tough?
Are you gonna see, you're gonna see, you're gonna see far enough?

And how do you heal? How do you heal?

Last night we made a promise
but sometimes mornings fail
to keep up with their deal
they run, like mothers with sons

L. Tramana