C/Cs on my poem called14th 21st So Far?

And

I reach a plateau.

14, in counting.

Pulling myself up, arm muscles bulging

I loom over the rest of this rocky cliff.

The summits have gradually become farther apart

The rocks rougher, the foot holes more randomly spaced.

And looking up, peering at the cliff face above,

It is evident the trend will continue, the next plateau farther than ever

And I realize that in a short hour, I'll be on the move again.

Sitting on the ledge I think about going back

Way way back, Plateau number 4

But I realize that to get back down,

One would need to fall, tumble, smash

Miles and miles down.

I want to prance in fruffy dress

Pad around in little shoes that no one can hear

I wanna climb with ease.

Hoisting myself up with a deep-hearted sigh, I rise

Stomach churning, nervous for the fateful climb into the obscured fog ahead

I shutter, thinking how long, but short, it will seem

And I take hold of a sharp rock

Letting my callused hand bleed alittle before

Struggling up.