Author: vainuupoavegalio

Veteran Artist & Amateur Poet: The Military life has been both a blessing and a curse. It has taken me to places I could have only dreamed of growing up on the Samoan islands. I have seen the horrors, destruction, merciless acts of inhumanity, gallantry, heroism and have sent and welcomed many good friends home. I have been shot at by our enemies and spit on by the people we have fought to protect. After 12 years of service and still counting a battle from deep within grew stronger with every breath and every thought. A battle with one’s self. This battle eventually took its toll, gasping for air, drowning me in my own shallow grave. Regret, hate, unable to love, feel or care, Unable to look my mother in her eyes and tell her I love her. It took my wife, my friends (dead & living), my family and almost my life. I needed an outlet. Art & Poetry has become a highway to healing. I believe that Art & Poetry is my therapy and reveals much more than i could ever express in words; pain, sorrow, depression, repression, aggression, healing and eventually, one day joy, just to name a few. Welcome to my world.

Shedding My Uniform

The thought of leaving the military never really entered my head, until about two years ago. I always thought I would be retiring as some Command Sergeant Major still ready to kick in doors and bust heads. I always believed that my will would push me though anything, never believing that time would catch up…

Kinda Nice

I found myself driving aimlessly, not knowing which direction to turn, just turning, in hopes that it would lead me somewhere. As I made my way down an unfamiliar path a magnificent spectacle of blinking bright lights and monstrous hunk of deep blue floating steel swooped across the front of my car and landed with…

Fade Away

It takes 60 days to forget a face I have never been more frightened than I am right now My mind can’t focus a tear wells up but never leaves my eyes My nerves are unsteady It takes 90 days to forget a name I can barely keep my hands from trembling My heel keeps…

Sincerely PTSD

  Hello My Friend, Well, I think you might need to take a seat for this one. Well, here it is friend, I think I have been holding you back way too long now. I can see the urge in your eyes to get out and mingle freely without having to babysit me on this…

Where I Come From

Where I come from Where I come from, There is no time to feel sorry for one’s self, There is no time for self loathing  or self pity, Because your life was never to worry about yourself but to serve others, Where I come from, Pain is weakness slowly leaving the body, Crying is for…