Gold Grows here

Gold Grows Here”
by Tiffanie Chin

I carved my story in layers,
Not with a brush,
But with strength—
Pressed into every petal,
Pushed into every imperfection.

This isn’t just a painting—
It’s a mirror of me:
Soft, yet unbreakable.
A flower that bloomed
Through doubt, through silence,
Through days where I forgot my worth
And still stood tall.

Gold wasn’t always my color.
I earned it—
In quiet moments where I chose peace,
In loud rooms where I stayed kind,
When I lost love,
And remembered my own.

Every raised stroke
Taught me that my flaws
Aren’t blemishes—
They’re texture,
They’re voice,
They’re art.

This piece whispered,
“You don’t have to be perfect,
You just have to be real.”
So I poured myself into it—
Healing, hurting,
And finally… glowing.

Now it stands here,
Not just on canvas,
But in truth—
A golden reflection
Of a woman becoming
Her strongest self.