Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here; I did not die.

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

My rambling today is about my own journey that I want to end. Can I escape? No. Can I leave? No? Can I die? Yes–but still no.

My life is not as bad… I know other people out there that are living in hell (figuratively). To put it bluntly–my problem is nothing compared to a girl raped by her own father and uncle… My issues in life are nothing compared to the little boy who has to walk 2 hours to school with an empty stomach… My pain is nothing compared to a mom who just lost her baby… What I’m worried about is really nothing… Some people are living in hell… While I am in purgatory (and I don’t know if I even believe in hell, purgatory, and heaven).

So why do I feel so hopeless when there are people around me who should have lost hope but are still hanging on?

Just writing this piece helped me put things in perspective (what a cliche–but it’s true). My troubles are nothing. Truly NOTHING. And I am so ashamed that I thought of escaping. I am ashamed that I felt this way.


There are many versions to this poem but the message does not change. I guess, people stronger than me have this attitude–the DON’T QUIT attitude. I once thought that I had that attitude. Once… A long time ago. And now, I’m beginning to feel that it might just come back. I just need to remember–It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit!