Enfield - enfeebled

I was marching into men's field.

I was carving my own niche.

I was greeted with stares.

I was mocked and jibed.

That could have stopped me,

But I just simply smiled.

For those who cannot,

will dare not,

to forge ahead

and make new horizons.

So determined I was,

So strong was my resolution,

That without a thought,

Without any doubt,

I took another step,

And lo! The accolades and acclamation.

I had won.

I had done it.

I had marched into men's field.

I had enfeebled their enfield.

P.S. This is a salute to the spirit of a friend.

Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter E