Resolution to question?

   Word play. Sentences are
thoughts expressed on lines instead
of open air.

   Life echoes a soft sigh.
Time halts only to feel the
ticking jar it in motion once more.

   A hope keeps driving me.
Forward all seem to glare as
I run backwards.

   Tickling the roof of my
mouth. Softly I whisper my
heart. Dare I express? No. Stating
and holding fast. Looking brave,
strengthened only by Jehovah's
holy spirit. I hope for resolution.

   Not sure if there ever will be
an answer to the question swimming
frantically in my head.

   Yet still it remains. Best to just
shrug and accept.