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During my captivity and in the years since, I have fantasized what it would be like to watch my kidnapper die. I tried to kill him with the first chance that presented itself, but I’d never shot a gun before and my aim was off. It was close enough to stop him, and save me, and that’s all that mattered.
While restrained, I quickly learned that the main objective of my kidnapper was for me to absorb, even memorize poems written by Karina Richards, as if introducing these pieces of her heart would enlighten a wayward soul and somehow give them more purpose than just being the written legacy of a beautiful woman.
Through being forced to read poetry, I learned that I do enjoy reading and interpreting meaningful, rhyming prose, just not hers. With that in mind, I was introduced to a poem that continues to have a profound effect on me. I can’t help but believe, had my captor been introduced to these lines, my life, and his may have turned out differently:
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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