My Hands Are Simply Hands

I soak my brittle bones in whatever I can find to soothe them.
I’ve been fighting against the wind to get back to places I’ve been
in the past that have helped me become who I am.
I have so many questions and few answers for those who would like 
to question me as well. 
My hands are simply hands and I do with them what I can.
Bring me to those places and I’ll share with you what little I have left. 
I’m sorry I don’t have more to offer but if I can correct the things I wish to, 
there’ll be more where that came from for you in the future. 
Let’s hope for the best. Hold my hand along the way because 
I can’t seem to see through the haze.