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The day that Cecily's spirit was crushed

Her hopes and dreams were lost in the rush

And winsome wishes were hastily flushed

She hid her face as she wept and blushed

All of her teachers had encouraged her to draw

But her father only saw it as a character flaw

His utter dismissal left her broken and raw
Her dreams were doomed for his word was law

Slowly she would grow alarmingly thin

And use her art pencils to pierce her fair skin

Roll down her sleeves to conceal the damage

And stem her tears as best she could manage

Cecily was despondent and wouldn't be consoled

Resigning herself to someone else's goals

Grimly pouring her paints down the drain

Shrinking in the shadow of his disdain

Her sweetest delights would be quietly purged

Life ebbed away as something else emerged

Her sweetness was smothered and seldom grieved

And yet wearily the goals were achieved

She followed the course and earned her degree

Her charms diminished to a paucity

Neither bitter expressions nor animosity

But barely tamed temper and ferocity