Alloy to Weapon

Out of this alloy of drink and speculation, I commenced to forge the weapon that one day would turn in its flight like a boomerang and all but cut me to ribbons. ~ ​Alcoholics Anonymous, page 2

Mixing the metallic harshness of excessive drink
and risking large quantities of currency
to make an alloy, something more potent —
as in inherently more dangerous —
than either, the weapon of self-destruction.
Take one talented woman constrained by '50s mores,
add relationships with people expecting excellence,
seldom ratifying the achievement, stir in co-dependence
and conflicting world views, and produce the weapon
that protected me with layers of blubber
impervious to harshness but also to love
and acceptance.