Can you feel the fire?
It burns us up;
Then it starts feeling fine.
It becomes a place of hope,
Where we endlessly rest in agony.
Now tell me, friend,
after all we've been through,
what have we become?
A lot of people aren't paying attention to the tags.
Real hint 1:
The final answer will be a single word that will adequately describe what we have become after our experience in the fire.
It's been awhile since I showed my face around these parts. Here's a poem to help me get back in the swing of things! :)