How Much More? Poem by Rosalita Fern

How Much More?
What else can you throw at us?
My family, are raw.
Too much has happened.
How can we belive in you?
How do you expect us to follow you?
When you give us this?
How much more?
How much do you expect us to handle?
How much more sadness do you expect us to harbour?
We treat people with respect.
Kind, thoughtful, and forever nice.
Smile on the outside.
Crumbling on the in.
Yet you expect us to let you guide us?
Explain.
Tell us why?
Do you hear my Prayers?
Do you hear me?
Where are you?
So tell me...
How much more?