Camouflage

poem by: D'Vina
Written on Sep 01, 2025

You wore love as camouflage

I fell for the cover

Isn't It funny?

Should have seen it as a sign.

Your proposal, the camo.

Your mask so beautiful
The promises of us 

I paid no attention
Ignored it
Because of, "Love."

Thinking back, those purple flowers
There's a reason that's my core memory
It was the only truth there

Maybe I should have picked up those flowers
Held them in my hand 
Instead of the shiny Rose Gold ring

Distracted from the truth

It was all a set up, camouflaged 

5 year's with the same cover up

I now see right through you. 

 

Tags: Anger, Hate,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Jan 12, 2026 at 8:50pm
Marriage, is a serious state and one in which I never will enter into myself. Clearly his "so-called love for you," "Was only a masquerade" but once he pledged his love and his devotion: with the token of the shiny Rose Gold ring. But obviously not long after your marriage vows were spoken, his part of the marriage vows was clearly broken. You might be far too young to remember this popular saying? "I only love three people and if you ask me why? I will quit clearly tell you--it's me, myself and I." I can't remember when I first heard nor if I accurately quoted it. But because he was only in love with himself, he covered it up for five long years. Now you see right through him! And you are doing the right thing by writing about it and that's when your healing process can begin. My former counselor, Jan Curtis, once told an angry badly embittered young woman. "Roxanne, you will always be sick and you will never be well until you learn to forgive your father." Am I currently mentally sick and imbalanced? No I am not. Have I forgiven my Father, no not really. But I no longer waste all of my time focusing on my deceased father. Only Jesus Christ can provide the lasting healing, and yes I have a hard time struggling with forgiveness. "But when I am at my weakest, Jesus Christ is at His strongest.

 

 

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