Prompt Master Poems

Steps that hurt

Each morning I rise with a stubborn ache
Take one slow step, feeling muscles tight
Bite of pain travels upward through my bone
Alone I pause, afraid to fall
Call it strain, or time’s quiet wear
Care fades when every movement feels rough
Tough roads wait beyond the bedroom door
More effort turns simple walking to strain
Pain hums softly beneath my stride
Tried and tired, I rest my aching leg

Line Count: 10
Task Prompt: Write a poem where the last word of each line must rhyme with the first word of the next line.
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