My life is defined by the piles
I left sitting out:

Old school notebooks,
Dirty laundry,
Clean clothes,
Bags overflowing with junk.

Colorful leaves of every color.

Homework due tomorrow,
Papers due Thursday,
Forms to be filled out,
College applications.

Fear,
Anxiety,
Apprehension,
Procrastination.

As each leaf falls,
The feeling builds in my chest
Until the weight is so much
That I need to explode.

I can't bring myself to rake it all up.
I can't look at the piles without
Regret building inside me.

If you can't rake them up,
But you can't stop piling them,
There's only one option left:
Jump in.