Message in a Bottle

Well look at who
The tides turned in,
A lass as frail as brittle glass.
 
For years she sailed the oceans made
Of heartache tears, and yet alas
 
Her voyages continued on,
Despite the sails since
Fallen off.
 
Adrift she made her way by whim
Of wayward currents,
Dusk to dawn.
 
With every passing wave
Her ship did break away
From bow to stern,
 
And nary but a bouy left
To save her life
And nothing learned.
 
She let it slip
Her grip to let
Be drowned among her
Loneliness,
 
And here she lays,
Long ways away
With little left to say,
Except
 
That broken bottles can’t prevent
The contents of it getting wet.