Who Stands In Front Of The Mirror?

Who is that person behind those deep tinges of light? 

The person who shines briliantly when the sun kisses the moon good-bye.

This person's independence and ambition caresses dawn once at flight.

Someone that makes the heavans above appear more cerulean than the eye mind's.

Her pulchritude does not blaze as it should as it lies hidden 

beneath the filters that hide who she really is, she must break through. 

She surpases those tinges of light and must embrace her beauty no longer keeping it forbidden. 

For her soul, in and out, appears to affect those as sturdy as bamboo.

This person's mind and diligence equals that of an ox.

Powering through all that comes in her path as graceful as a roaring river. 

This person stands their ground like a rock. 

She gleams stronger than that of any kind of metal more than silver.

But who is this mystery woman, who is this person who stands above the clouds?

Her name is Jessica. I am who stands infront of the mirror and leaves nothing about my being in shrouds.