How Lord? - A Poem

Lord oh Lord, please help me.
I am tired,
The kind of tired neither sleep nor coffee can help.
How do I go on?
​How can I live? 
My bones and muscles cry out in pain,
I eat while praying I won't be sick,
but it's all in vain.
My body is weak,
my system battered.

I pray to you and read your word,
I remind myself of your countless promises.
You say you'll be my refuge, a safe shelter,
but when Lord? When?
How long will I suffer? 
To you, do I even matter? 

​                                                                               ~Liz Austin 2019