Jaw locked

Jaw locked
I'm writing my jaw locked by
telling myself stories
of tension
Remember
control is an illusion
Remember
to let go
I have to remember to
unclench
to release
I know that soft, responsive
state was once my
default setting
Now I have to remind myself to
be as I truly am
(as I truly was?  Will be again?)
Jaw locked.  Shoulders tight.
Body re-telling the
narrative of limitation
tension.
Loose, loose.  Responsive.
Trees bend & sway in storms.
They let go
& survive