Never Been Accompanied

If I spent all of my time, Thinking about heartache... With accusations to make, In rebuttle to naysayers... To leave nothing I wanted to accomplish, Left unattended to achieve... What statement would I be affirming? That my dreams are not validated? Or that my wishes with hopes to see fulfilled, Are not real? I have never been accompanied on the path I walk on. I have grown accustomed to feel, What I tasted was unrealistic... On a daily basis. But I've witnessed my dreams and wishes, Come true AND accumulate. As if the naysayers and those who critiqued, Stimulated my desire... To prove to myself what I can do to get done. Especially with pain as a motivator.