Betrayal

Stood at the window,
at the moon, I gazed.
Cool breeze flew by me,
Over my hair, my skin it grazed.

Stood in solitary silence,
I relished the calm night.
Deep breaths, leisurely eye blinks,
feeling the soothing moon light.

Huh????

Some one behind me!!
I swiftly turned around.
Shocked, alert, I looked all about,
The room was empty, no one to be found.

The breeze it may have been,
Blowing through my shirt.
I turned back, leaned on the sill,
But again, something I heard.

ZAP!!! A knife came at me,
Its shiny edge, right at my neck.
I stopped the blow, with my right hand,
Struggled hard, to hold it back.

But what the hell?? No one was there
I was horrified to the core.
Pushed the hand on to the sill,
Knocked off the knife, so it could attack no more.

What the hell????
What the hell????
How could this be???

This hand that tried to kill me,
Was but no one else’s, but my own.
My left hand, oh holy God,
This stunning betrayal had shown.

I controlled the hand, came in and sat,
Arrested in disbelief, I couldn’t understand.
How could I have been attacked,
By my own left hand????

I tied the hand to the chair,
and sat there through the night.
Seething and shouting out of disbelief,
How could this be right???

Till the morning came,
My head ached like a bullet wound.
The fear of another stab,
I couldn’t just get around.

What if I cut it off??? I thought.
No, oh no, I couldn’t do that.
But living in fear of death,
Would rather make me go mad.

As the sun rose, I untied the hand,
It lay still, as a guilty criminal.
I slowly moved it, shook, waved it,
It obeyed me, just as if normal.

I couldn’t just cut it off now,
Betrayer yes, but it was a part of me.
I just had to live with it,
No other way could be.

It was like with people too close,
They may just stab you some time.
But you have to live with them,
Ignoring, forgetting their crime.

Or maybe if you are strong enough,
Or ‘selfish’ as some may say.
You may decide to bear the pain
And cut them off, throw them away.