POETRY

Isis Moray has kept journals and notebooks for over twenty years. Her writing process is the forefront and the backbone of her creativity.

She is currently working on organising her words and poems, and working on a collection of books.
For now she will be sharing some of her words here.

Jade Morris 4/6/26 Jade Morris 4/6/26

Sweet Memory

It is night
as I roam
sweet the distance
hear my call

All alone
in my head
thoughts of ageing
thoughts of death

Nicotine on my breath

Angel of heaven
I forget
how sweet the journey
of memory

My thoughts plague my rest

Isis Moray. 1st April, 2026

Jade Morris 3/30/26 Jade Morris 3/30/26

I watch the shaky tree
at my window
is it as lonely, and as scared
as me?
As fragile, empty and sad?

It is Spring, but it feel like Winter
still, to me

(branches preparing for growth)

‘My roots keep me firmly
on the ground
My branches - my wings
aim at the stars’

Aimed at new beginnings
fresh starts
(talk yourself up, not down)

Living is hard
but remaining stuck, is even harder

Keep moving
Keep breathing
Keep living

You are not broken
You are chosen

(Rebuilding, Relearning, Releasing)

Let the wind carry your scars

Words & photography -

Isis Moray. 29th March, 2026