Red

I'm out of the the black and into the red. My accountant warns me of penalties I should dread. Enough with the rhymes, enough said. But I just can't get this thing off my head. A reminder. The account was settled long ago. A chapter 7 of sorts I declared. But as for here and now, where will I go, or will I remain? A thin line divides the 'haves' and the 'have nots.' To have what? What thing can I truly possess and call my own? Only that which is in my soul. And I relinquish ownership of that too. The narrow gate doesn't allow one to pass with much baggage. Have I left it all behind?

That's 9 "I's", 4 "my's", and 1 "me."

That shouldn't be.