Existence or Not

Waiting here as her abdomen began to nurture
Like it was a Morning Glory that was on the verge of sprouting
The beautiful development that rested in her hands
Should we continue watering it?

One rough day on that ocean sparked famine
It admits your circumstances as deprived and reduced to say the least
The waves smacking the boat eventually digress to harmony
Should it alter our verdict?

I’m Dr. Jykell and she is Mrs. Hyde, opting between Alpha and Omega
The seed bursting out wanting to choose its fate, verve,
But a choice constructs a barrier
Are we ready or were we living merely by intuition?