A Thing That Cannot Be Named

I'm a thought, and the thing behind the thought. I'm hope and the child that dreams it. I'm fear and the beast that feels it. The spark that told me to scream at my birth. The bone that aches. The body that breaks. The last breath. I kiss my own lips, and escape. I am color and love. A prayer. A mistake. I am something that listens and loves and creates. Life and death work within me, fill up my whole body. I'm a thing that cannot be named.